You who go ahead of me
I sit at a table full of noise and food. My hands shake a little holding the plate. I don't feel thankful today. I feel full in a way that aches.
Steady my breath. Loosen my grip on needing to be okay. Remind me You are here in the passing of the bread.
You see the silence between my bites. You know the grief I'm chewing. Help me let this meal be enough, just as it is.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.